What could go wrong when writing about family? Everything if you aren't careful.
Somewhere, right now, there is an author who is anticipating spilling their guts about everyone they interacted with while growing up, whether good or bad. How do I know? Well... because I am one of them. So far, I've gotten through nine grueling chapters of my own personal memoir and have already rowled the feathers of the family's elite.
There is an Auntie who believes I should be sweeping these words under a rug. Hush it up. But I dare not deprive myself of my own personal healing. Afterall, it is my memory, my blood, sweat and tears that made up this life... so I will write it as I see fit.
Dear Auntie, I would suggest you write your own memoir. Perhaps, then we could sit down over a Chai Tea Latte and compare stories.
"My Kinfolks Shoes" is my own personal memoir of what has inspired me, growing up.
I will politely change names so as to not hurt or offend anyone.
Whatever fears that linger within our secluded bloodline may subsequently get dealt with since I will be tackling some onerous issues. I only aim to be truthful in my writing and leave a legacy for my children's children. I believe that is fair enough.